[Intro - Dylan]
First off, who are you? I don't even know you!
Second, the only reason you were on "Closing In's"
Cause Proper Language got you involved
Now you're just running your lips!
(Dansonn On the Beat)
What's this beef about anyways?
What do you really have to say about me?
I tried respecting you as an artist;
This is a different form!
Cla** is in session!
[Verse One - Dillon Webb]
If you still want beef, well, on with the show!
See, I'm not dissin' Joe, but I'm mockin' you Beau!
I have an ominous soul & I just want to explode
So I'm choppin' with an unstoppable flow, (yeah)
& I'm outta control, waiting for my profit to grow
But these diss tracks really ain't that profitable, (No!)
It's impossible so, if you listen to this track, all
I ask is tell me what you think in a comment below!
I don't care if you like it or not (Sike!) it's a joke!
It's a trick, just to get you guys to listen to us some more!
See, I'mma rip your eyes right out of their eye sockets so-
You can see just how much your f**in' head nods as it goes-
Like, "Ah, this sh**'s so tight!" (Haha, I know right?) see
I been doing this music thing, well, just about my whole life
Coming up off of the top of the dome like, Ramen Noodles
& I got some screws loose, I might just steal your mic
(Hook - Dylan, Dillon Webb & $age Da Mentor of 2 $trange!)
They named me the best in the game, see, I'm destined
They gave me attention, they paid me, invested in a great king
With shady intentions & crazy obsessions to aim for perfection
(See & lately I gotta say that it's been my safest investment)
Yeah, my latest invention has made me infectious, (What?!)
Since I came into the game, with a dangerous method (Uh-huh)
Mixing hate with affection in with a taste of aggression
But this beef is bout as stupid as your facial expressions
Check it!
(Verse Two - $age Da Mentor of 2 $trange!)
Strait Blade;
See, I heard you got an issue, f** a tissue
I'm the one who's sick with nasal congestion; (achoo!)
You're the student who is takin the test in-
My cla**, cause teachin rap's $age's profession! (Shh!)
Raise your hands up high, like you raise'em for a question
You better pay attention or you may just end up with your-
Face into the desk & then when your on your way to detention;
You can sit in front of a mirror to face your own reflection!
If I were to make an a**essment, I would say
You have one of the fakest impressions; (Yup!)
You claim the d**h of $age, but if that's true-
Then I guess today is $age's resurrection! (Uh-huh!)
See, this is Strait Blade & $age's beef, not $age & TweaK!'s
Or Flamez Da Beast's, but $age defeats anybody that $age competes
Eight days a week & he would dig you a grave if you need a place to sleep
Moral to the story's careful of who's name you speak
(Hook - Dylan, Dillon Webb & $age Da Mentor of 2 $trange!)
They named me the best in the game, see, I'm destined
They gave me attention, they paid me, invested in a great king
With shady intentions & crazy obsessions to aim for perfection
(See & lately I gotta say that it's been my safest investment)
Yeah, my latest invention has made me infectious, (What?!)
Since I came into the game, with a dangerous method (Uh-huh)
Mixing hate with affection in with a taste of aggression
But this beef is bout as stupid as your facial expressions
Check it!